Stumblin along

Sometimes I feel trapped by the weight of what I SHOULD do. I wonder if maybe I am depressed like my mother. I don't think I am, but I've felt so crappy for what seems like so long....hope not. I just wonder how other people handle it, that feeling of responsibility: to call friends and to visit with family and to do work.

I'm good at work, but bad at phoning...though I guess I tend to take all the responsibility. Still...I guess because my visit home is more than half over I'm starting to feel the pressure to fit in as much as possible. Unfortunately, because this Timbuctoo thing didn't get resolved, I've been preoccupied and not as productive as I'd hoped. Well, Timbuctoo and blood sugars, really. I almost am looking forward to going home so I can go back to my little world of work-comes-first.

I'm really not this obsessive. ...I guess I just need something.